I was not the original son
A first page
A number one
I was always the period
At the end
The quotation marks
That were left undone
I was the pause
That separates
That feeling you get
That you came too late
The one who stood
outside the door
When inside were passed
Out the fates
So I've come
To walk around
Those now living in the ground
Where in the dark there is no light
None to much to talk about
Just my breath the only sound
I have come here
To settle down
Upon this space
My hallowed ground
My favorite stone
upon which I sit
Beside the ties they left unbound
With the Dead
I hold my court
There are no groans
They don't exhort
The chase is done
The horns have sounded
Hark the chords of a la mort
Until dawn
A captive audience
I hold down
My midnight's deviance
Until first light
Threatens with
Complete radiance
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
I was not the original son
A first page
A number one
I was always the period
At the end
The quotation marks
That were left undone
I was the pause
That separates
That feeling you get
That you came too late
The one who stood
outside the door
When inside were passed
Out the fates
So I've come
To walk around
Those now living in the ground
Where in the dark there is no light
None to much to talk about
Just my breath the only sound
I have come here
To settle down
Upon this space
My hallowed ground
My favorite stone
upon which I sit
Beside the ties they left unbound
With the Dead
I hold my court
There are no groans
They don't exhort
The chase is done
The horns have sounded
Hark the chords of a la mort
Until dawn
A captive audience
I hold down
My midnight's deviance
Until first light
Threatens with
Complete radiance
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